The Roommate

I have been living alone in Maryland for over a year now. Eventhough I have the most excellent boyfriend, I'll admit that a seven-hundred mile separation gets pretty fucking lonely. So I recently made a decision. It was time to get a roommate.
Impulsive?
Perhaps... but I can always throw that little cock out.

I know what some of you are thinking... and a few of you are probably right. But give this queen a break- I see the boyfriend about one or two weekends a month. Being a gay twenty-something man for 22 more days... well that just ain't enough access to a little wild monkey action.

Thus enter the virtues of my roommate.

I had actually mentioned this to Chris a few times to gauge his reaction and unsuprisingly, he was most supportive. He got a roommate a while ago (dubbed 'Prince Willie'. Yeah. Whatever.) I can only imagine that Bill helps him through the rough patches when our visits are painfully spaced out.
So I spent the better part of a morning scanning ads on trashy websites... I wasn't exactly sure what to look for (I'm hella inexperienced in the ole' roommate department), so I took a bit of a gamble. I landed on one particular description that had the right qualifications.

And the tag line read "strong and sturdy".
I read "built like an Indiana barn".
Perfect.

He doesn't get into town until next week, so I've got this weekend to nail down the shingles, secure the furniture, and bolster the headboard. To be honest, I don't even know his damn name. The tragic part is I really don't care. When he moves in, I'm sure the name thing will come up eventually.